Filoxenia Hotel Amorgos

... br>some shopkeepers were sorting large bunches of thyme for ale.
After lunch a stony descent to Eigali by grapes being dried for
raisins for a swim and capuchino by the beach.
In interest of being thorough, dinner last night was feta with
tomatoes, onions, olives, and peppers; fried zuchini blossoms stuffed
with soft cheese; tzatziki; pork loin; rice; fries; and
galaktoboureko- a filo dough and custard dessert.
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... provided us with homemade Raki. Think
scotch with cinnamon and cloves (although several of our prior samples
tasted like hooch).
Somehow we stayed upright for dinner: green beans, tiropita (small
turnover samosa size with soft cheese), zuchini pie (Filo, feta,
zukes, spices, egg ), and then enormous helpings of moussaka with a
light creamy clove bechamel sauce. Somehow ice cream was also consumed
as well as homemade red wine and bread.
After ...

... campsite. This required us to bus back and try again, the second time with success. After checking out the monastary, we hitch hiked down to the water and rinsed off the sweat. That night we watched the Athens soccer team with the greeks at camping and learned a thing or two about football, and who were supposed to root for.

-aaron

we learnt the best thing to do is pop a gravol when you travel!!! (Aaron's embarrased so i will proudly say i came up with that ;)

... benefit of the wind is that it is dry and brings the hot summer temperatures down to pleasant levels and even a bit cool at night. However, if it is too strong it can make it unpleasant to try to do anything outside. At night the wind would get stronger and you could hear it whistling through the roofing above our room. It would also cause the electric lines to “sing” which was an annoying sound at night.

Another side note about the ...

... that there were no tents there and that we were supposed to bring out own tents. The free camping was more like a hippy commune (some people looked like they actually lived there year round). And it was packed with people. We had a look at the beach (which was quite pretty) as we had resigned ourselves that we were sleeping on the beach for the duration of our stay here. We decided that the main beach was less crowded and we were more ...

... below me that when l looked up l saw the white monastery above my head emerging beyond the cliff. I could only see a tiny part of it and swam as fast as l could to try and see the remaining section. With each lap another past of the beautifully located church appeared before my eyes. Soon l just floated on my back and gazed up at it and though to my7self that life just couldn't get much better! Of course though it did! Returning to the beach, l collapses on my towel ...

... you should have a view. Santorini is believed to be the epicenter of what was probably the biggest volcanic eruption in recorded history. The island was originally a circular island named Strongili (the Round One). About 1650 BC, a colossal volcanic eruption caused the center of the island to sink, leaving a caldera with high cliffs. Some writers, artists and mystics have speculated that this catastrophe destroyed the mythical lost continent of Atlantis. Although our first hotel had a ...

... I can barely walk because the wind is so strong. I opt for latter and head for the only paved road on the island in hopes of flagging down a car. After 40 minutes or so I reached the main road. My legs were tired, my arms were sore from having been plastered to my head for an hour, my hair was a ratty, tangled mess, but at least I was back in civilization. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any cars. Thirty looooong minutes later I manage to flag one down and hitched ...

... were unapproachable due to the putrid presence of prior passengers' meals. As it turned out though, the ride to Ios, while bumpy, wasn't horrible. The key to avoiding throwing up, was to not approach the bathrooms for any reason. One was better off peeing overboard than using the bathrooms provided by the ferry company. The scene on Ios was very young, and non-English speaking. We decided to amuse ourselves by counting how many Sugar Ray wanna bes we could find. Frosted ...

A beautiful Island with few people and fewer tourists. Stay at Marias, everywhere else is basic. The restaurant on the western edg of the harbour is great with great views. A walk over to the east has a fabulous beach. Would be a paradise were it not for the wasps. It was like a bad re-make of the Wicker Man.